Eighth Month, Eighth Day, Eighth Year
Some think this is a special day because of all those 8s, but really it's special because it happens to be Ms. Eunice V's 86th birthday. Grandma, we call her. As I sit here, trying to compose a fitting tribute, all I can think is: I miss her so much. What am I doing here? Why aren't we on our way to see her? I think we should go see her. Soon. Maybe this week. Thursday and Wednesday are taken, but Monday and Tuesday could be clear... hmmm...
Last year we celebrated her birthday in Oregon, and when she turned 80 we had a big family party. This would have been another fun one to celebrate, and really, anything is fun to celebrate with her, because she is wonderful. She is wise and gracious, she is sincere, kind, beautiful. She can impart so much compassion and understanding, even while showing her own vulnerability
Last Summer, with some of her great-grandchildren.
So many of my fondest memories include Grandmother. She has made us blessed. Happy Birthday Grandma. We love you.